IN A SIMPLE BUT EXPENSIVELY FURNISHED WAITING ROOM SIT MRS KENT AND HER MID-TWENTIES DAUGHTER SUSAN. THEY BOTH SIT STARING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE. ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF THEM ARE A SELECTION OF LEAFLETS WITH TITLES LIKE - THE CHOICE CLINIC, ASSISTED SUICIDE, HELP FOR FAMILIES DURING AND AFTER 'CHOICE'.
THE DOOR OPENS AND A DOCTOR ENTERS.
DOCTOR: Ah, Mrs Kent, and your charming daughter, are you being well looked after? Would you like some more Tea?
MRS KENT: No thank you Doctor. Is it over? How did he cope?
DOCTOR: Everything went very smoothly, a textbook procedure.
MRS KENT: Thank god for that,
SUSAN: The Phenobarbital...did dad feel anything?
DOCTOR: No, I can assure you he did not feel anything...
SUSAN & MRS KENT: (TOGETHER) Thank goodness.
DOCTOR: (CONT) ...Not the first time. Do you know if your husband worked with chemicals?
SUSAN: Sorry, did you say the first time?
DOCTOR: Yes. As I said did your husband ever work with chemicals? Somewhere he could have built up some kind of chemical resistance?
MRS KENT: Is that possible? Can you become resistant to chemicals?
DOCTOR: And pillows apparently.
SUSAN: You tried to kill my Father with a pillow!?
DOCTOR: To be fair it was his idea, and we were running out of the Phenobarbital.
MRS KENT: He worked In an office...most recently on the news desk at the Daily Mail.
DOCTOR: I see. Well I have sent a nurse out for a hammer. So, this will soon be over, one way or another.
(THE DOCTORS MOBILE RINGS)
SUSAN: Mum! Dad is still alive we have to get him out of here.
(THE DOCTOR ANSWERS HIS MOBILE)
DOCTOR: Hello,...no, I don't care what colour the hammer is...
MRS KENT: I don't know dear. Your father seemed pretty adamant about ending it all.
DOCTOR:...Claw hammer definitely claw...Ok, yes hurry back.
SUSAN: I think I want to see my father.
DOCTOR: I'm afraid he made his wishes clear...
SUSAN: Well I think the situation has changed...
DOCTOR: Nearly three thousand assisted suicides since the Clinic opened. I have never seen anything like this.
SUSAN: I must insist,
MRS KENT: Now Susan, we agreed. Dad has an untreatable and aggressive form of Alzheimer's and...
SUSAN: But we could look after him...
MRS KENT: No, we could not. Dad would be a danger to us all sweetheart. That is why he is here. He is trying to protect us.
SUSAN: I know. (SHE HUGS HER MUM).
DOCTOR: It is times like this when you see the love that binds a family. It makes the job worthwhile. Now, you might want to put the radio on, there is likely to be some loud hammering.
MRS KENT: Here Doctor this might help.
(MRS KENT TAKES SOMETHING WRAPPED IN A HANDKERCHIEF FROM HER HANDBAG AND HANDS IT TO THE DOCTOR)
DOCTOR: What is it Mrs Kent?
(HE LIFTS A CORNER OF THE HANDKERCHIEF AND PEERS IN AT IT. HIS FACE IS LIT UP GREEN)
MRS KENT: It is Kryptonite. Ask Clark to hold it and have another go with the Pillow. And please, call me Lois.